being crowded with his Highlanders, whom he made to lie down, while, Farragut-like, he took his station on the paddle-box, to aid as the emergency required. Though the bullets whizzed all around him he was untouched. After the victory was won, he writes: “I felt throughout that the Lord Jesus was at my side.”
The sympathy of this noble man with “the common people” is beautifully illustrated just here, when we find him engaged in writ- ins: a Ions: letter to a Christian soldier then in London, named Godfrey, who had formerly served under him, a letter from whom found him in Persia.
But now came the days when we needed him and his brave men, and a merciful Providence causes war to cease in Mohummera, and returns him to India on the very day before the Bareilly massacre. He is delayed by shipwreck, and by having to wait for his troops at Calcutta. The 78th Highlanders, 84th and 64th Queens', reach him at last, and, as no more can then be spared, save a few Sikhs, and notwithstanding that he must know that he had probably a heavier duty on his hands than any soldier of his race ever undertook, he shrinks not—but with the words to his wife, “May God give me wisdom and strength to fulfill the expectations of the Government, and restore tranquillity in the disturbed provinces,” he sets out on his last eventful campaign, to find a grave at its close, but realizing all through it, ay, and at the end as well, that “the Lord Jesus was at his side!”
With only fourteen hundred British bayonets and eight guns, united to less than three hundred Sikhs and thirty irregular cavalry, he sublimely writes in starting: “I march to-morrow to endeavor to retake Cawnpore and rescue Lucknow!” He was to do this through a country swarming with Sepoy troops, who had been well disciplined and armed by Englishmen, and to do it, too, at that season of the year when the rains fall fast and frequently, and the flat country is inundated, and the sun pours down its rays like fire, till the thermometer stands at one hundred and thirty-eight degrees—to do it all with a poorly-supplied commissariat, with few tents, and little shelter. Were ever such results
